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| Karen O’Leary |
- Karen O’Leary
Night’s Raid
bombblasts!!
hands spring
to her ears
unable to shut
out the scattered limbs of loved ones…
haunting screams rewind…
the nightly
horrors
blaze
on
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words whisper
singeing my soul…
I wake up chilled
that my past
still haunts me
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Grandma’s House
hurt…the loneliness,
lives forgotten,
speeding down
the road of life--
collecting dollars
instead of loving
friends…
hurt…
the loneliness
in home once loved
left in decay…
forgotten…
Dear Setu Editors,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing my poetry as a Special. Setu is growing, providing wonderful experiences for those that publish their poetry here. The international diversity is part of the journal's success. I really appreciate all that you have done and for all that you are doing for me. Wishing you continued success!
Blessings,
Karen
Great poetry Karen :-) Robert
ReplyDeleteDear Rob,
DeleteThank you for stopping by to read and comment on my poetry. Wishing you the best!
Karen